My Usual Journal Is Down And This Is Kind Of Poetic…

19 June, 2009 at 06:54 (Uncategorized)

Reply to this by shouting “Word!” or some other variation of and I will reply with 5 words that I think represent you. Then post your words on your L.J. and say what they mean to you.

My words were:

From drpalpatine

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18 June, 2009 at 23:02 (Uncategorized)

The sky is suddenly blue in Kirkham,
Briefly
Before becoming grey again and cloud-covered
But for an instant a dress swirled
As a woman turned
And looked
And gestured for my silence.
So I remain
Looking at the sky
My mouth half open
Struggling not to mention
Running across sunlit fields
Wine forever lost in the haze of a day
That lasted over lakes and coastlines
And months
Before it was over
Without my knowledge
Or even consent.

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3 June, 2009 at 23:08 (Uncategorized)

Sometimes I get to thinking
That we are over and done,
Sometimes I get to hearing people say,
that I’m the only one,
and that I’m nothing to you.
I’ve never been nothing to you.
Touching is only one way
of saying to each other,
that it’s not true, what they say,
that we know better than that…
but it’s never been how we habitually speak,
a leftover from those days when we
couldn’t or shouldn’t kiss,
a leftover from a time that only sometimes exists
now
when we can not come close,
and our eyes meet
and our mouths move
and we say something that only we know.

All is silent,
The moon is high,
gibbous never full, when it comes to you and I,
The light levels are low,
there is nothing to see and everything to know,
and I’ve never been nothing to you,
and you’ve never been nothing to me,
and we say what only we know,
and we see what only we can show,
and my doubting is over,
we kiss and you leave,
I turn in my clover patch and go back to sleep.

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2 June, 2009 at 19:15 (Uncategorized)

You say I am just the same this time as all the others,
You say my words mean all the same as they did before.
Last time, was different,
this time is not.
And he tells me he believes that the difference he perceives means
This time will be better,
Somehow.
But last time I felt differently,
this time it is only the external which is different,
Last time I gave my all,
Unknowingly.
And last time’s still here.
You say I was the same as I am now, that the words I say,
are the same.
But the inside was different.
The inside is no different today.

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Low Light

1 June, 2009 at 22:11 (Uncategorized)

Hold me tight. Don’t let me go,
And even as I fall
I have your arms about me.
They’re always there, you’re always there,
Even when you’re gone.
The light is just that lowest point,
As it was last night,
And we are stood together,
Holding on as tight as we ever have.
Hold me tight. Don’t let me go,
And watch me fall so well,
I have your arms about me still,
They haven’t gone.
Somedays I think they never will.

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